so i’m the same, right? fat. cute. wordy. lazy. I read too many books. I cook A LOT. my hair is big. addicted to social media. funny. hate to shop. love a clean house but also don’t like to do it. single mother to 1 kid, two teens and one adult. you know, ME. 2018…
Category: Getting to know me
Oxygen (NaPoWriMo day 22)
Her lonely is palpable Solid An entity unto itself A weight pressed down Nightly As naked as newborn skin Supple Fluid Void of love Full of fear This lonely lies in wait Vacillating Until she is in her most Vulnerable state Shallow breaths Body at rest Heart slowly beating Beneath her breasts This lonely knows…
Three Hundred and Thirty Four Pounds of NO
So two days ago while at the National Air and Space Museum, I got on a scale that tells you how much you weigh on different places in space… Jupiter, the moon, somewhere else and Earth… I don’t recall how much I weighed anywhere else but here. 334 pounds. Yep. 334. In Earth pounds. I’m…
A Story About Family (NaPoWriMo day 16)
Today will always be a special day for me. My parents were married on April 16, 1971. And though the union did not withstand the test of time, There was a lot of love. From that bond, a family was created. Four little girls were born. Smart Hatiná, reading at 3 years old, Compassionate Chisoni,…
Throwback Thursday: Morning Creep
I am a believer in online dating. I was using the personals way back in the way back. Meeting folks in the City Paper… With NO PICTURES in the 90s! So I know my way around a blind date. And I’m pretty proficient in weeding out the “crazy” prior to it showing up on my…
The Fire, In and Out (NaPoWriMo day 13)
You should have You should be You should do … so much more. Too smart Too funny Too beautiful … to be this. Apply yourself Reinvent yourself Promote yourself … why can’t you? Your heart Your brain Your mouth … all too big to fail. I’m the curator of my own potential The guardian of…
-ing (NaPoWriMo Day 4)
Eye gazing Hand holding Simple touching Back caressing Heart healing Soul understanding Love making Spirit increasing Mind blowing Future fantasizing Baby growing Belly rubbing Life living Cohabitating Vow taking Sweet sweet loving.
Ruin (NaPoWriMo day 2)
Ruin Building skyscrapers of fantasy out of crushed dreams is the way She copes with the reality of her inadequacy The structures loom large over the streets of her consciousness Why is there so much traffic here? All roads leading to everywhere and nowhere At once This all a facade Make believe This can’t be…
“You Ain’t Got No Job, Man!”
This is a rant. I hate nigga shit. Not “black people shit,” strictly nigga antics. Ignorant folks doing ignorant shit. But I live in DC, Nigga Shit capitol of the Free World. From the politicians to the police to the everyday citizens… A friend calls the other morning to tell me about a job fair…
I Did That.
Most of the time, I don’t know what I’m doing. And half of that time I’m certain that I’m doing it all wrong. I don’t make dinners from scratch every night. Doing homework makes me irritable. I know my stress levels make me a crabby mom sometimes. I raise my voice more than I should….
The Tenacious Virgo 